Raymond's POVMy eyes averted to my wristwatch, my brow raised high.“Must have been the drink,” I whispered, my gaze darting around the bar, everywhere still bustling with activities.“You passed out,” said Alana as she relaxed on my shoulders.“What the hell?” I pushed Alana's head off my chest, rising.“What’s wrong, Raymond?” she asked, her voice etched in worry as she stood up, leaning closer to me.The thick breath of tequila escaped her lips, bathing my lips with its annoying smell.I restrained myself from feigning a reaction as I kept a straight face, staring her deep in the eyes.“The Party just started, Raymond,” she whispered, her lips a few meters from mine.“And, I'm fucking bored,” I replied, rolling my eyes.“Why don't we get to the good part?” Her words were seductive, capable of luring the weak-hearted.Her fingers ran across my chest seductively, as she bit her lips, unbuttoning my shirt.Her tongue coiled out from her mouth, cleaning her upper
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